Dani had her hands resting on Rome’s shoulders trying to brace herself as her legs trembled. If she took one step in any direction she would have the grace of a new born calf suffering from mad cow disease. Looking over his shoulder, she caught her reflection in a mirror across the hall from her. Her eyes were hooded and her face flushed as a smile teased the corners of her mouth. Closing her eyes, she placed her head on Rome’s chest and rode the wave as her skin burned where her clothes touched her body. Sex needed to be naked. The body could only handle so many sensations and Jerome Speed was more than most women could handle. Dani questioned her own ability. His manhood left an indent on her stomach. Maybe falling to the floor wouldn’t be so bad.
Rome retracted his hand from her shorts. The removal made Dani’s head fall back and their eyes met. The light caught the glistening on his dark fingers from her release. He brought them to his lips and she held her breath when the bright red of his tongue licked at the liquid before using his index finger to trace her lips.
“See how sweet you are?” he questioned and she swallowed hard. She’d never tasted herself. The men she’d been with barely went down on her let alone talked about flavors.
A strength built in Dani as hormones rushed, causing her to wonder about his flavor. Her lips actually tingled at the thought of him between them. “I bet you’re just as delicious.” Rome’s eyebrows quirked up. “Did my lips satisfy you enough with my story?”
“I bet you could do better.”
“Are you challenging me, Jerome Speed?”
“I am…and normally, I’d let you drop to your knees and swallow every last drop of me.”
“I hear a but coming.” Dani tried to hide her disappointment. Why the hell was she disappointed?
“I’ve been working out for hours,” he confessed. “Way more than I should have today.”
“That doesn’t seem to be deflating you in any way, shape or form,” she purred as her hand grasped the hardness through his shorts.
“That’s not the problem,” he replied as his massive hand surrounded hers and guided it up and down. His eyes fluttered from the friction. “I didn’t shower before coming home. I’ll fuck the shit out of you, but the last thing I want to do is leave a bad taste in your mouth, if you know what I mean.”
“You are so lucky that I had already had a strategic plan.”
“Am I now,” he replied with a wide smile.
Dani’s body had calmed enough to step away from the wall and around Jerome. “If we plan accordingly,” she began and unbuttoned her top slowly while backing down the hallway to where she hoped was his bedroom, “You’ll have used and abused my body to the point even I’ll need a rest. Do you have a tub?”
“Actually I do,” Rome said as if it were a foreign concept he never considered.
“Master bath?” she questioned and rolled her shoulders back so her shirt glided down her arms to pool at her feet. Standing in just a bra, shorts, and pair of stilettos she’d stupidly borrowed from Esme, for once she felt like she had the upper hand. Rome stared as if he had been starved his whole life then finally offered cake.
With a hard swallow, he stepped forward and Dani matched him going backwards. “Yes.”
Her shorts were already unbuttoned, so hooking her two thumbs and wiggling just a bit helped them drop to the floor. She was close enough to a doorjamb she placed one hand on it for support before stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
“Well now…I’m assuming this room is yours?”
“Not even close.” He smiled and she glanced over her shoulder to see a kid’s room made up in blue and maroon.
“Please say that’s not a mood killer?” she covered her belly with her arms as butterflies took off in her stomach.
Rome pointed to her left, then stalked down the hall with a predatory gaze. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her toward his bedroom at the back of the home. The door had been open, but she didn’t even look inside. Rome didn’t have the need her parents did to close his door. He lived alone, he probably never thought about privacy. Even as he stepped inside, he didn’t close the door. He was able to be open here. Uninhibited. Better yet. He was hers for this night.
To her surprise, the bed he laid her down on wasn’t only made, but the linen smelled fresh as if they’d been hung on a line to dry. Biting her bottom lip, Dani tried to control the drool as he took his t-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His shorts hung low on his hips and the workout he described was clearly evident in the cuts of his muscles along his abs, forearms, and chest. Then there were his biceps, hard and protruding from his arms. No wonder when he picked her up she didn’t feel him straining or struggling. Instead, she’d nestled her head against his shoulder and relaxed in his arms.
Jerome walked to his nightstand and pulled out a strip of condoms wrapped in gold. Dani wasn’t as versed in the sexual pleasures of the world, but Esme had taught her enough to know the ‘Gold Standard’, as she put it, meant Dani’s imagination was going to be nothing compared the real thing. Rome sat behind her and brushed her hair to the side so it fell over her shoulder. His lips brushed along the column of her neck, sending chill bumps down her arms. Warmth covered her bare shoulder when he placed his massive hand on her flesh as the rough skin of his palm scratched the surface and sent a chill down her spine.
Her body fell back against his as his hand unlatched her bra. The straps grazed the overly sensitive skin of her upper arms. Blood rushed through her body pooling at the center.
“What exactly was that plan of yours?” he purred and gooseflesh erupted across her body. His lips once again brushed along the nape of her neck. “Because I’m thinking I need something more.”
Dropping to his knees at her side, he inched her panties down her legs. The pads of his fingertips glided along her thighs and Dani inhaled sharply at the ghost like touch that left a trail of heat. Rome’s eyes glanced up at her with hooded desire. Her hand covered her lips when she mewed as his lips kissed her inner thigh.
“Like that?” he purred in response, low with little hint of an actual question. He knew what he was doing to her. He’d be a fool if he didn’t. With snake like grace he spread her legs enough that he could slide between them and capture her lips. His hands encircled her waist and jerked her to the edge of the bed. “You weren’t expecting some slow movie scene were you? I know how you like to plot and plan shit.”
“I hadn’t—” she gasped as he once again branded her lips with heat and a kiss that burned down to her toes. Lifting her up off the bed, he turned her around and cupped her breast before outlining her body with his hands until he hit her hips. Another strong tug had her body tight to his and the hardness of his engorged shaft pressed against her bare ass.
“I love the heels,” he breathed against her neck before nipping her earlobe. The quick sharp pain made her lift her left leg and come off balance. Hell, she’d been off balance from the moment she came in the house. Now he had her. Completely. His hands disappeared from her hips for a moment and the feel of flesh against flesh let her know it was time. She’d have to let him lead because her mind swam and fell into the moment.
Again, his hand left her body, but only one this time. A flash of gold and the soft sound of tearing let her know of his actions.
“Bend over,” he commanded. “Put your hands on the bed. Those heels have you right where I want you.”
Dani’s hands splayed in front of her as his hand landed at the center of her back to push it down and her ass straight up. The fucking tease that he was, he put just the tip inside, once, twice, three times and she collapsed to the bed. Burying her face in the comforter as the torture had her bunching the cover in her fingers. This time when he retreated slowly she cried out and he slammed himself to the root. Filled to capacity, she searched for air but couldn’t find any as his pace increased. The retreat and reentry stretching her as his fingers dug into her thighs for a hold. The strength he possessed made her feel safe and claimed. She was his. He could do what he wanted with her now and forever. Never had her body reacted this way. Her nipples had puckered and burned, begging for a release of the hormone rush.
Rome shifted his hands. One wrapped around the front of her waist while the other went back to the center of her low back to press her down. Bent like a pretzel, his strokes where shorter, but now he was gliding directly over her G-spot.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Oh my God, please don’t stop.”
He increased the friction as he slammed into her until her core clenched him so tight he let out a howl and emptied himself inside her. Pressed against her tightly, his cock pulsed inside her and sent another orgasm skyrocketing through her body.
Collapsing on her, he stayed buried deep but rolled her on her side. After a minute, he slipped out of her and she turned her head to see him removing the condom and discarding it. A moment later, she was wrapped in his arms as they both lay spent on his bed.
“Now I can hear your strategic plan,” he said when she trailed her fingers up and down his arm. “Just needed to get that one out of me first.”
“You sore from your workout?” she questioned with mischief in her voice.
“I lost feeling in my legs about ten minutes ago,” he admitted.
She turned so she could face him. “That the only thing that lost feeling?”